Cool for the real show
Steady as a rock
Slipping through calendars
Picking my own lock
Seventy or eighty numbers
Stood surrounding me
No order I could cipher
Would make them really be
Some now will come soon
Again some voice will tell
Confusion has an ending
A beginning just as well
I do go slow, though
Faster in my brain
Cool for the real show
Starting over again
JM
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Funeral
My body slowed like a rock
The clock crawled to a stop
Simple pounding thoughts played
The cadence over riding the phrase
Doom of a bad news day loomed
How soon will it go, and where?
The scene of a roomful of people
Saying good bye to one
JM
The clock crawled to a stop
Simple pounding thoughts played
The cadence over riding the phrase
Doom of a bad news day loomed
How soon will it go, and where?
The scene of a roomful of people
Saying good bye to one
JM
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
All In
Awake and dreaming
I made the truth
Of a lot of friendly faces
If some were grim
A face behind the face
Letting me be
Calm acceptance
Carried for humanity
I dreamed it there
Behind my own face
A sound lack of disgrace
JM
I made the truth
Of a lot of friendly faces
If some were grim
A face behind the face
Letting me be
Calm acceptance
Carried for humanity
I dreamed it there
Behind my own face
A sound lack of disgrace
JM
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Waves
Coffee dried in afternoon cup
Subtle goal of giving up
The jacked-up state
The State requires
Awake for a while
Then everyone expires
JM
Subtle goal of giving up
The jacked-up state
The State requires
Awake for a while
Then everyone expires
JM
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Silent Walk
A well worn path
From your padding feet
Winds around a mini-woods.
An island in yard town
Without "landscaping" or golf grass.
Meticulously tended, though,
Gleaned of twigs.
Invisible wishes surround,
On the path, a prayer, too.
Leaving the dust of thought
In the care of trees.
JM
From your padding feet
Winds around a mini-woods.
An island in yard town
Without "landscaping" or golf grass.
Meticulously tended, though,
Gleaned of twigs.
Invisible wishes surround,
On the path, a prayer, too.
Leaving the dust of thought
In the care of trees.
JM
Friday, September 23, 2011
Embers
Sound in the wood
Came creeping out
Pounded in for years
Like a ghost revived
A groaning and snap
A mumbled promise
Someday a fire
That already was
Targeting oblivion
A listener wanders
Harkening strangers
Grow with orchestra
JM
Came creeping out
Pounded in for years
Like a ghost revived
A groaning and snap
A mumbled promise
Someday a fire
That already was
Targeting oblivion
A listener wanders
Harkening strangers
Grow with orchestra
JM
Friday, June 17, 2011
Without Chills
Add sunlight
To a soft breeze
In Spring-time trees
That whisper sweetly
Before Summers hiss.
Lighter green and fresh
And time out combine
To breathe and wish
JM
To a soft breeze
In Spring-time trees
That whisper sweetly
Before Summers hiss.
Lighter green and fresh
And time out combine
To breathe and wish
JM
Poem Lite
It's the time of night
When I like the slanting rays
Coming over before sunset
Through the window
Across my plants
Onto the doorway normally dark
It's the time to step outside
Or go for a ride
But today I write this poem
Sipping water, chewing greens
This form is right it seems
On lines of paper normally white
JM
When I like the slanting rays
Coming over before sunset
Through the window
Across my plants
Onto the doorway normally dark
It's the time to step outside
Or go for a ride
But today I write this poem
Sipping water, chewing greens
This form is right it seems
On lines of paper normally white
JM
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